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Patrick Wells Poem
Nigga my fade be the meanest this nigga been hot since a foetus I’m leaving a distance between us, free us from hash tags and demons we live by snapbacks and beaters free us from hash tags and demons
For all my sisters who experienced Heartbreak, pain, that sent them to psychiatrists and Jesus, that sent them to psychiatrists and Jesus
For my homosexual Brothers and sisters who seek God in dark corners cause they were told there was no place for them in the kingdom of heaven you were told there was no place for you in the kingdom of heaven
For, those who live on misery and miracles brothers and sisters for the Christian the Buddhist, the Muslim the spiritual. For, the Kaifer, the Koon the Consequence, the Aborigine, the Albino, the Abstract
These are the Words that are yours I said these are the words that are yours
For all the people that smile deep down in the frown of poverty and spit sovereignty at statistics in the form of choice and in the form of voice I am yours
For the babies in Syria that what their childhood and their mama’s back For all those people trapped In Nairobi In Westgate
For we no longer racially profile, For even White Women Can be terrorists
For all the women whose confidence lies in ***** and scrotum had their Self Esteems Drowned In semen , I promise Its swam its way out into the world again and its looking for you it’s looking For you
For you, all the brown in autumn all the wit in rain, all the wag in swag all the mystery in brail all the pages on papers and the damage prevails,
For, the Hooker,the Hawker, the Whore
For, the Nurse
For, the Song
For, the child
For, the passionate
For, the passive
For, 1994
For,Biko
For, Lenin
For, Marley
For, Socrates
For, Sex
For, Drugs
For, Death
For, Banter
For, Beast
For, Cross
For, Blood
For, Mary
For, Change
For, Reasons for Four Seasons
For, Kilo, mili and grand
For living and not
For, ever
For, time
For, Dust
For, Echoes
For a million timeless thoughts trapped in a timeless capsule
For, the strange fruit Hanging the strange fruit hanging
For the day that I became a troubled man
For yeah I like boys dad, I like boys dad
For, The blood in my uterus
For, The authority in my voice the authority in my voice, the beauty in my palms
For the days that I will weep and the days I will not,
For, Love that hides and taunts for love that hides and taunts
Nigga my fade be the meanest this nigga been hot since a foetus I’m leaving a distance between us, free us from hash tags and demons we live by snapbacks and beaters free us from hash tags and demons
Copyright © Patrick Wells | Year Posted 2014
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